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THIRTEEN

THIRTEEN

Aboard the Sultana

“Is she away?” asked Papa Nightmare, still naked from the waist up, sitting relaxed in the captain’s chair on the bridge of the doomed paddle wheeler.

“Yes, Papa. As you foresaw,” a ghoul in the uniform of the Confederacy replied.

“Very well. Bring him to me.”

The ghoul bowed to Papa Nightmare and then hurried from his master’s presence. A rustling breeze lazily, almost erotically, brushed the Voudon priest’s face. The breeze was warm, like the breath of a lover speaking of lustful needs.

“Yes, my lady,” rumbled Papa Nightmare. “All is well. She is strong enough, when properly motivated. I just need a little more time.”

The wind suddenly howled, bringing the smell of death and decay. A piece of decking came loose and struck Papa Nightmare on the cheek.

“Patience, lord,” he said, and the wind subsided as suddenly as it had risen.

He reached to his cheek and found blood. He slowly licked the warm crimson fluid from his finger. “Patience. It is h
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